Fox sighed, thinking back at what his life had become. Alone in life, Fox wondered if there was more to his life than combat and loneliness. Everyone else around him seemed to have abandoned him as soon as the mission was over.

Falco left for unspecified reasons, though Fox suspected that they involved Katt. Slippy left to settle down with Amanda. Peppy left long ago when he was promoted general.

Then there was her. The love of his life, he feared her the most. The blue-furred vixen had more control over his life than he had. She could make him laugh and cry, build him up and tear him down. Or at least that's how he perceived it.

Perhaps that's why he needed her. She was the only one who could ever help him gain some control over his life. That's why she scared him. Without her, his life was nothing but a jumbled mess of pain and death.

Which was why he wanted her gone. The one person who could ever bring order to his life, Fox left her before she could become just another casualty. She did not take it well.

Fox welcomed the pain. To him, it wasn't just his punishment. It was his salvation. It would help him forgive herself for getting her entangled in his mess of pain and misery. It would cleanse his soul. It would help him start again, free of the pain and ignorance that plagued him.

Then he heard them. Footsteps. He knew they were hers. He knew she would come looking for him, wanting more of the love that he believed brought her pain. Fox silently made his way behind a stack of boxes. He was so close. He believed he could make everything all right, but only if he could keep things from returning to "normal".

The footsteps grew louder as the vixen drew closer. Fox tried to quiet his mind, which proved impossible. Fox tried running, only to run into a dead end. The footsteps grew louder. Fox was a bit confused. Why her? Why him? After their break-up, she wanted nothing more to do with him. Fox believed that she would have found someone else by now. Why was she after him?

Fox grew increasingly frantic. He walked back and forth as she walked closer. He began thinking of ways to escape, though only one way occurred to him-suicide.

Fox began looking some way to end the torment his life had brought everyone around him. He knew it would force her to look elsewhere for companionship, for someone other than literally the first man she saw after so many years.

Fox realized that she was reading his thoughts. Before he could succeed in ending it all, she shot him with a tranquilizer dart. Smiling, she carried her sleeping mate home.